by Genovese, CM
His left caught me good, slicing me right across the front of my chest. He swung his right again but met nothing but air.
Palach came at me hard, but I lifted my right boot and smashed it against his solar plexus. The strike was solid, and he stumbled back, but he brought one of his blades down and it bit into my shin.
“Fuck!” I cried out in pain.
The searing sting caused me to pitch forward, and Palach saw this as the perfect opportunity to end the fight quickly. He brought both knife blades up over his head and swung them down at the back of my neck. If he hit me, I would be dead on the spot.
Instinctively, and driven by pain, I dropped down, leaned right, and swung my blade around low enough to rip it right through Palach’s Achilles tendon. His left foot practically dislocated from his ankle as he stepped forward and stretched open the wound.
He fell to one knee, with his back to me. Rage had my blood boiling. I wanted to punish him for everything he’d done. For the surgeries I’d been through, for the women he’d kidnapped, for the pain and fear he’d caused Cassie to feel. She might wake up in the middle of the night after this with flashbacks of what she’d been put through. He needed to pay for that before he went.
I roared as I ran at Palach, grabbed him around his waist, and hoisted him up and into the air. He was big, he was heavy, but a rush of adrenaline coursed through my veins and gave me a burst of strength that allowed me to throw him completely over my shoulders. I fell backwards and suplexed him, dropping him hard on his head, neck, and shoulders. He hit the ground with a sickening thud, and then I was on him.
Straddling him, I was ready to end this. He was in agony, but he clung to consciousness and wasn’t out of the fight. He brought both of his knife blades up and lodged them in each of my thighs.
“Fuuuuuuck!” I screamed at the ceiling.
Immense pain shot through my entire body. There I sat, on top of Palach, with a knife in each leg.
All I saw was red.
My hands shot out, my arms swung, and when I finally realized what was going on, I was hitting Palach with both ulu knives.
His chest.
His shoulders.
His stomach.
His arms.
And, finally, his neck. I hacked at it with both fists, crisscrossing the blades over his throat. It wasn’t one slice, and it wasn’t some cheap shot. I looked him right in the fucking eyes as I reared back and smashed the blade in my right hand through his throat until I felt his windpipe crunch under the weight of me. Blood gurgled through his lips and his eyes froze on the last thing he saw before his life slipped away. Me. On top of him, hissing through clenched teeth as I continued to pummel every part of his body.
Blood coated everything within splatter distance.
When I was sure his neck was open as wide as it could possibly fucking open, I went to work on his face, his forehead, his eyes, and I finished with his mouth.
Lifting both ulu knives, I rained them down to make sure I crushed his skull, destroyed his eyes, and shattered his teeth, gums, and entire fucking jaw.
I diced that motherfucker up with inhuman fists that rained down on him.
Palach didn’t only die this night. He suffered greatly. He suffered at the end, and his body was completely destroyed in death.
Rolling off the Russian turned to mush, I scanned the people around me and saw my brothers staring back at me. BP was among them now. Beezus was too, but he was pale, and he was bleeding all over the floor. Even he looked back at me like I’d lost my mind. It was good BP had dragged him out of the storm, but he was in bad shape. He needed a doctor.
My mind was reeling. My thoughts were all over the place, and it seemed everyone was watching me to see what I’d do next.
You must look like an animal to Cassie. Like a monster. A demon with blades dripping blood. She’ll never want to touch you or be near you again.
I was wrong. Cassie was the one to come to me and pull me away from Palach. She held me tight and thanked me for coming to save her. I wished like hell she hadn’t seen the damage I was capable of. Of course, I wanted her to know she could always count on me, no matter what, but I didn’t need her remembering this moment the next time we crawled into bed together. This was not me. This was a revenge plot finally carried out. Palach would never hurt anyone again.
“Rain, baby, you’re hurt,” Cassie said.
My thighs still had Palach’s knives sticking out of them, and I was cut pretty badly.
“You shouldn’t have watched that,” I said.
“It’s okay,” she promised me. “It’s okay, baby. It’s over now.”
“Can I go home?” one of the other women in the hangar asked.
“And me?” another added.
“You can all go home,” I said, too softly for anyone to hear me, so Cassie repeated my words. “You can all go home, he said.”
“We’ll make sure you all get to a warm bed tonight,” BP advised them. “You’ll all be headed home as soon as we can get you there.”
The women hugged each other. We’d done good tonight, and I finally had Cassie back in my arms.
“You can’t be running off like that,” I whispered as she lay me down on the ground and cradled my head in her lap. “It was hell finding you.”
“Guess you need to keep a better eye on me,” she said.
“Guess I better,” I replied.
She leaned over me, and her hair cascaded down until it covered us both. In that darkness of her hair, she kissed me.
26
Cassie
Rain was hurt, and there was nothing I could do for him but be by his side. We remained in the hangar that night, until the storm let up and Oosik and Pipeline could go for help. It turned out there was a village doctor. An old man named Fred helped them find him.
Slitz had gotten shot in his shoulder. Beezus was hurt really bad, too. His gut was a mess. Rain had two knives driven into his thighs, and we were all too afraid to take them out in case we couldn’t stop the bleeding. They would all live, and they’d all have new scars to show off at their MC parties.
Unfortunately, Artur didn’t make it. He died saving me. It was better that way, I supposed. His own people would kill him if they found out he’d betrayed them, and Rain’s people wouldn’t accept him. Yet, I couldn’t help thinking he’d thrown his life away to save some girl he didn’t know. It was a shame. He was young and he was a pilot. He could have done something else instead of getting wrapped up in this mess.
Later, as we lay waiting for the sun to rise, I cradled Rain’s head in my lap and stroked his hair. His eyes were so dark, so intense, and the way they looked back at me was like something I’d never seen before. The man loved me. He fucking loved me, and I could feel it radiating from him. It was a look nobody in my entire life had given me. I was his. He was mine.
He came for me. Palach said he wouldn’t, but I knew he would. The night they stormed Kalishna, Rain proved without a doubt that he was the man who’d take care of me. He’d found me when the odds were against him. I loved this man with all my heart. We were connected now. I didn’t know what the future held for us, but I knew he loved me, and I knew I couldn’t live without him. Not anymore. Our future was uncertain, but day by day would have to be enough.
The next day, a plane arrived early. BP asked all the women to accompany him outside. A Russian stepped off the plane and made his way toward us. We stood under the faint dawn sun and looked out at that metallic bird meant to fly us off to a foreign land where we would all be sold to the highest bidder. If the Royal Bastards hadn’t shown up last night, this would be our fate. Instead, we got to watch it burn.
“This is all the women?” the Russian man asked as he approached.
“Yes,” BP said as he pointed his gun at the man and shot him several times. Then he looked behind him and said, “Slitz.”
“I have to let Oosik handle this one, Pres,” Slitz replied. “I’m afraid my shoulder is a little fuck
ed up right now.”
“Whoever needs to do it, just let it be done,” BP said.
“I got it, Pres,” Oosik said as he fumbled with what looked like a small version of a rocket launcher. “I just have to… how do you… Slitz?”
Slitz shook his head and moved over to Oosik’s side. “You flip this,” he said. “Lift this. And then push… push this one. I’m not gonna push it. You push it when you’re ready.”
Oosik laughed, lifted the rocket launcher to his shoulder, and walked closer to the plane. Another Russian glanced out the door to see what was going on. When he saw the big ginger biker walking toward him, he scurried back into the plane, closed the door, and started up the engines.
“He’s getting away,” BP said.
“No, he won’t,” Oosik promised. “I need to get a little closer and—” A rocket shot out of the end of the device with a trail of smoke behind it. “Holy shit!” The small missile struck the plane right where the door had closed only seconds before. The entire bird exploded in a giant ball of flames.
“I don’t think the village is going to like that,” BP said.
Rain was still inside the hangar, so I ran back to him. I wouldn’t leave him alone again. Never again.
It turned out Cracker wasn’t able to get us a plane after the explosion. The runway was covered in debris. All that would need to be cleaned up. Several helicopter trips later, and every woman who’d been taken by the Russians was back in Anchorage. Everything that happened after that was above my paygrade. BP didn’t discuss club business with me or any of the other women around. But, I knew they’d all get home safely.
Nia was a nervous wreck. Arnie didn’t make it. Rain told me about their attempt to get him to the hospital, but he’d bled out on the way, and they’d had to drop him off and leave quickly. The cops questioned them later, of course, but that all came after our rescue. Nia would have to answer for what she’d done to her stepbrother. Only God knew how that would turn out, but the good news was, she was safe.
Rain promised me she’d have a place at the clubhouse, as a house mouse if nothing else, meaning she’d have to help with the upkeep of the place, working under Cracker. That was if she didn’t end up in prison. She seemed to like the idea. Of course, she was heartbroken when she heard the news of Arnie’s death, but she was young, she was strong, and she would be okay.
I wished things would go back to normal for me, but I had some issues after the kidnapping. Russia was a huge country, and the Black Market Railroad hadn’t been stopped. It had just been rerouted. That meant they could send somebody after me at any moment. Rain assured me that wouldn’t happen. Palach was the only one who gave a shit about either of us, and he was dead.
My man had eliminated the boogie man. He’d wiped him out, and he’d done it as much for me as he had for himself.
I loved this fucking man, and I couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store for us. For now, I’d continue to spend most nights in his room, or he’d come back with me to my apartment. I couldn’t sleep alone, and he promised he would never let me. No matter what, we would never go to bed angry at each other, we would always be honest with each other, and he would never let me go to bed alone.
27
Rain
Standing at my bedroom window, I glanced out at the darkness surrounding the MC. It was so quiet. Inside the clubhouse, the beat of a familiar song played, and the tune carried through the apartment complex walls and made its way to me. It was a song Molly liked to play for Pipe. One called ‘1000x’ by Jarryd James. In the clubhouse, she’d be grinding on his lap and singing it into his ear.
For the first time, I concentrated on the lyrics. The words touched me. They said a lot, and as I glanced over at Cassie’s sleeping, naked form, I felt a fist inside my chest pulling down on a rope that kicked a bell into gear and made it swing back and forth inside me. My heart thudded in my chest at the thought of what this woman represented. She was the new me. She was my woman. She was all mine. She would be my wife someday. I fucking loved her like I’d never loved another person in my entire life.
When I was with her, my hardened exterior faded and I allowed myself to open up in ways I didn’t think was possible. I was a better me. To think I’d almost lost her. I’d only had to go to northern Alaska to find her, but I would have traveled to the gates of hell if it were necessary.
Will she accept you though? She says she will, but will she really be able to accept you?
She would. I had faith in it. I had faith in her. She’d stick around and she’d make me a better man.
Turning back to the window, I saw the bushes move about twenty feet away, and my heart began to bang in my chest again. My thighs ached sometimes, reminding me of the blades driven into me and the man who’d done the deed. I wore three of his scars now. I’d never fully forget him.
Palach was dead. His whole crew was, but others would come. Once they found out who’d hit all their clubs, blown up their plane, and released all the women, they’d come looking for us. That much was fact. Things like this didn’t go unsettled.
But, it wouldn’t happen today. A moose stepped out of the tree line again, and I relaxed and watched it lead its calf away.
This time, when Cassie’s hand touched my back, I didn’t spin around and grab her by the throat. I melted with her touch, and I closed my eyes to savor the feel of her hand against my body. Once I turned around, this moment would be gone forever, and I wanted it to last a little longer.
“Rain?” she asked. “You okay, baby?”
“I’m fine.” Focusing on the window, I fought the urge to turn and wrap her up in my arms.
Her fingers traced the muscles on my shoulders, and then she slid around to the front of me and looked up into my eyes, her gorgeous body between mine and the window. Her tits pressed against me, and I felt myself harden for her, as I always did.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked.
I touched her waist with my fingertips. Leaning down to kiss her forehead, I whispered, “Yes, baby. I’m fine. It was only a moose.”
“Will you come back to bed with me?” Her hand touched my chest and her fingertips lowered until they were trailing across my stomach and down to my cock. Even the simplest touch from her could make me throb.
Grabbing her ass in both hands, I hoisted her naked body up, and she wrapped her legs around me. “I’ll abso-fucking-lutely come back to bed with you,” I said. Then, I lay her on the mattress, spread her legs, and slid inside her for the second time this night.
I fucking loved this woman.
The end of this story.
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About the Author
CM Genovese:
Love is not always patient. Love is not always kind. It cuts deep, and it scars. It sometimes hardens a fragile heart. CM Genovese spins sexy tales that pair bad boy alpha males with tough, wild, and feisty women. Both with quick tongues and fiery tempers. Neither with a hint of inhibition. Real romance doesn't take place on rose petals. It happens on the hood of a car. This is romance in the raw.
Chris Genovese:
Chris Genovese is a romance author. Okay… naughty and wild romance but still romance. Why am I writing this in the third person? I’m talking about me! How egotistical am I? Geez.
I'm just an average guy. I'm a father of four, a devoted husband, and I absolutely love and cherish my readers, fans, and friends. When I'm not busy having writers' ADD, meaning I can't stay focused on one story idea without bouncing around to ten others, you'll usually find me either hanging out with my family or doing online events and takeovers, where I hang out with my fans, talk dirty, and play wild games.
I write comedy, horror, dystopian, poetry, and the naughty versions of just about every other genre. I like to say that I take all the genres you love, and I set them on fire.
